Meet Me In America

Time to leave England...with One Direction? Since becoming their photographer I have been arrested, kidnapped, and I fell in love. So what will happen when we tour the great ol' United States of America? Let's just say, it's not what you expect. All I know is that I'm going to get down and dirty with the stars and stripes. So, Mr. Horan will we meet again in America because I'm only saying two words to that restraining order. Screw it.

{Sequel to Meet Me In Battersea Park}


24. Drug Overdose

Chapter is rated: +15

Zayn dropped me onto the bed and slid his fingers up and down my body. He pulled my shirt off and let it drop to the floor as he kissed down my stomach. My fingers went through his hair tugging on the dark strands. He pulled his own shirt off and let it fall. 

He unbuttoned my jeans and drug a tongue along the top of my panties before he pulled the denim fabric off of me. I arched my back allowing him to unhook my bra, yet another piece of fabric vanished. 

He massaged my breasts as I arched myself into his hands. Then one hand left and smoothed down my body and over my now wet center. He pulled the satin fabric to one side as he slid a finger inside of me. I gasp at the new feeling, my hand again escaping to his hair. 

He soon thrust another finger inside of me and I let the moans roll off my tongue. His lips pressed kisses up and down my stomach as his thumb made small circles over my clit. I groaned not wanting him to stop, but of course nothing sweet last too long. 

"Zayn, don't stop," I groaned as he left my warm spot, but he ignored me as he started to kiss my neck. I heard him unbuckle his belt and then the sound of a zipper sliding downwards. Before I could register anything I felt him inside of me. Thrusting hard and fast, which allowed my nails to make deep half moons in his shoulders.

He groaned into my neck, as he flipped us over so I was over top of him. I created my own movements as he held onto my waist keeping me steady.

How did we get like this?

Well it's been this way for almost a week. Spending so much in Orlando got a little boring after awhile, so Zayn and I kept ourselves occupied. Like I said he was my exit plan. So as Louis, Liam, and Niall sat in the living room only a couple meters away Zayn turned up his stereo as loud as it would go, shouting Indie rock to cover over our moans and gasping. 

The rest of the boys thought we were just doing whatever, and they didn't care. I thought Niall would be more suspicious but I guess he's more worried about Harry to worry about me getting some with another band member. 

I knew we were doing something we shouldn't be, but we couldn't help ourselves. He was teaching how to be a bad girl and trust me what I have learned this week was anything but good girl things.

Now as he pulled me down onto bed again, I giggled as he again was over top of me. King Charles was singing Bam Bam as I pulled Zayn closer to my skin. He kissed my lips as his arms wrapped around my waist; his tongue gaining entrance as I moaned into his mouth. 

I would have never expected Zayn and I's relationship would turn into something like this. His thrusts were getting sloppy and his hand reached mind and he squeezed lightly as I felt him fill me. The feeling made me reach my climax for the third time that day. He rolled over taking me with him, and I lay my head over his chest, that was rising and falling quickly. 

"You know we can't do this forever," I said as I played with his fingertips. 

"You remind me everyday," he whispered. 

"They'll become suspicious. They'll find out," I turned my head upwards to him. 

"We'll worry about that when it happens," he placed a kiss on the top of my head. 

"I just hope people don't start thinking I'm some kind of groupie," I muttered as I heard him chuckle. 

"I think you're becoming a very well balanced bad girl," he smiled.

"Oh really?" I pulled myself on top of him, straddling him as I grind against his still hard cock and I watched his eyes close as he moaned. I giggled at his reaction as I drug my hair to one side. 

"Yea, most definitely bad girl," he smiled again as I stopped and fell down over his chest. He played with my hair, "Harry thinks you are a prize for him to win and Niall takes you for granted. I would never do any of those things. I would treat you like the bad girl you really are." His voice turned husky as I slide my finger down his arm. 

"Which way is that?" I teased as I looked up at him with my chin still resting on his chest. I didn't notice as he took his hand and slapped my bare bum. "Ow!" I pouted at him as I held the tender skin. 

"You'll get over it," he said as he put his two hands on either side of my face and brought me down into a kiss. He tongue quickly gained entrance as he soon lay over top of me.

Then he stopped. 

He looked down at me and let his thumb glide over my bottom lip as he licked his own lips. 

"You know you are like a drug overdose, and I'm not sure if I'll ever come off the high," he muttered. 

"No one said you had too," I whispered as I looked into his onyx eyes. The onyx eyes that had me hypnotized, drowned, and drugged. I was drugged by him and he was my supplier. 

Oh my gosh, so I love this chapter!! I just couldn't help myself any longer. If you have read all my stories you know that I love to have spontaneous sex with Zayn. Like you're never sure when the hell I'm gonna do it. 

Please comment, like, and favorite!!! 

Much love, Morgan xx

ps: King Charles {Bam Bam} is a real song. Gotta love my love for Indie rock :)

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